What I’m really thinking: the downstairs neighbour

You flooded me with noise, abuse, water, cigarette ends, rubbish and sewage, and you didn’t care that my life was being destroyedIt’s more than 10 years since you moved in upstairs and wrecked my life. I’m supposed to have put the nightmare into perspective by now, and friends think that I can laugh about your irrationality and terrifying temper. But I just unpacked some treasured, hand-knitted baby clothes, books and photos, all water-stained and ruined, and it brought it